"There is this little fragile boy inside this buff and serious man name Germany- He was my little brother.

I hated the guts of him... but even so, I love him as much." -Prussia

●Commentary●

Italy: Aww, that is very sweet, veh~

Romano: Huh, GAY *shouts*

Spain: Romanito! No!

Romano: *muttering* whatever...

Spain: *turns to Prussia* 'Was'? Don't you refer him as brother till now Prussia?

Prussia: *pats Spain's back and shush him* You will understand... one day... *stares at France like there's no tomorrow*

France: *sighs* =_= look, mon ami, that is out of my hand now, the past is in the past.

Prussia: *keep staring at France*

Spain: *glances at Prussia and France* OH, I get it... *nodded in understanding*

Prussia: Jou did?

Spain: Si! Germany was once...

Prussia, Romano, France, and Italy: *became silent and give Spain the attention he deserve*

Spain: GAY~

Everyone: ....

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France: *burst out of laughter*

Prussia: VAS? NIEN!

Romano: I KNEW IT, THAT-A POTATO BASTARDO IS-A GAY! *Glares at Italy* ITALY! STOP HANGING-A OUT WITH HIM! *narrows eyes* there's a plenty of-a pizzas you-a can order in a pizzeria! (Referring to 'there are plenty of fish in the sea)

Italu: *tilts head* What?